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"The fever's up and I'm down," replied Lambert, who was glad to see her, if only to distract his painful thoughts. "It's only a touch of malaria, my dear Clara. I shall be all right in a few days." "You're hopeful, I must say, Lambert. What about a doctor?" "I don't need one. Mrs. Tribb is nursing me."
I stammered that the sick man was an old friend. "He wouldn't know his oldest friend just now," said the doctor. "The fever's on him; but it will go down toward sunset." I sat down at the head of the bed and took Roberto's hand in mine. "Is he going to die?" I asked. "I don't believe so; but he wants nursing." "I will nurse him." The doctor nodded and went out.
'Let the Summer sun to his bright home run, He shall never be sought by me; When he's dimmed by a cloud I can laugh aloud And care not how sulky he be! For his darling child is the madness wild That sports in fierce fever's train; And when love is too strong, it don't last long, As many have found to their pain.
He turned directly into Flavilla's room. She was there he saw her at once. But Bella hadn't put a fresh nightgown on her, and the sheets were disordered and unchanged. Lemuel took a step forward; then he stopped. "The fever's gone," he vainly told the dread freezing about his heart at a stilled white face. "Yes," he repeated with numb lips; "it's gone."
"I don't see how. They are awake all night. I am barred in, watched ... Better work on Durade's weakness. Gold! He's mad for gold. When the fever's on him he might gamble me away or sell me for gold." Hough's cold eyes shone like fire in ice. He opened his lips to speak then quickly motioned Ancliffe back to the table.
"David's harnessin' now," said Mary, beginning to untie her apron. "I sent John down to the lower barn to call him. But, mother, if anything should happen to you " "Lord-a-massy! nothin' 's goin' to!" the old lady broke forth, in momentary impatience. "Don't stan' here talkin'. You better have your mind on Stella. Fever's a quicker complaint than old age. It al'ays was, an' al'ays will be."
Then he returned to the house, to find that the icy torrent in Paul's blood had now become hot. "I can't stand this, Henry," he said. "We've got the door and window closed and a big fire burning, and I'm just roasting hot." "Only a little while longer," said Henry. "The truth is, Paul, you've had a big chill, and now the fever's come on you. But I'm Dr. Ware, and I'm going to cure you.
"There's no use of feeling your pulse any more, Pelly. The fever's got you. You're sure out of your head." He spoke cheerfully, trying to bring a smile to the other's pale face. Pelliter dropped back with a sigh. "No there isn't any use feeling my pulse," he repeated. "It isn't sickness, Bill not sickness of the ordinary sort. It's in my brain that's where it is.
Much as we have gained, we have not yet thoroughly shaken off the notion that poison is the natural food of disease, as wholesome aliment is the support of health. Cowper's lines, in "The Task," show the matter-of-course practice of his time: "He does not scorn it, who has long endured A fever's agonies, and fed on drugs." Dr.
"Not yet, thank God. We must steer clear of camp, if the thing can be done. But the fever's bad enough. They're dropping like flies in the city, poor devils. Our hospital's crammed; and two 'subs' on the sick-list at well as Wyndham. He's going on all right now; but goodness knows when he'll be fit for duty." "I want to see Mackay about getting him over here as soon as possible.
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